Alzairen Jones

My blogs

Gender	Male
Industry	Arts
Location	MA, United States
Introduction	The encore of the mind \| Hides the present from the past \| A feeling never opened \| Never shared at last \| A runner in the distance \| The glare from the sun \| And all he ever tells himself \| Is just too always run \| A gun full of bullets \| A tool from the Gods \| And with each exit force \| All he does is nods \| Screams off in the distance \| Cries occur too \| A boy far away hears it all \| But what is he suppose to do \| A jumble mixed with words \| A poem mixed with rhymes \| Vodka mixed with orange juice \| Nickels mixed with dimes \| Things forgotten and thrown out \| Piled in the trash \| Burning away at your soul \| Melts away into ash \| All these things that you have read \| Are all the things that you will find \| Hidden deep and locked away \| In the encore of the mind